Summing up a trip that transformed both a mom and a son is a task for mixed media, metaphor, and leaving some things unexplained.
Last week I had the honor of attending a UCONN Human Rights Institute conference in memory of my father. Here is what I had to say.
One of the ways I remember my father is through poems he loved and ones I wish we could have read together. Here is a handful.
Zenlike and modern but more bizarre than I expected, Japan left an impression that is as surprising today as it was ten years ago.
A frivolous experiment becomes a daily practice, gaining meaning and helping guide the way toward more enlightened living.
Click to view paintings by Warsaw-based artist Agnieszka Zawisza and read about their impact on the one taking the photographs.
A revisit can deepen one’s regard for a place and still let down expectations of better weather. The same can be said for photos.
In this hasty post I talk about blogging, birthdays, packing for a trip, and my favorite way to prepare a simple pot of beans.
Fifteen snapshots capture a place I’ve come to know well over the years, though my vantage point was new this time around.
More than the sum of their parts, these packable treats tick all the boxes: easy to make, just-healthy-enough, still indulgent.
A wonderful creative opportunity has been teaching me to take a closer look at the basic truths behind some kitchen basics.
On the evening of the summer solstice in 2018 the Warsaw sky revealed extremes befitting the occasion. Here’s what I observed.
A favorite recipe for a household staple that packs well, nourishes on the go, and so far seems to be a hit with everyone.
Flowers are my favorite gift, a great subject to photograph, and always more than the sum of the stems making up an arrangement.
An internal strategic process brings together the professional and the personal, leading to clarity and long-sought answers.
The famous three things to consider when making decisions about real estate are just as important to online property.
In this essay I turn my analytical tools toward the phrases I sometimes record upon waking from my language-driven dreams.
Photos of boys of a certain age enjoying their winter break. Also, a glimpse into the origin of the phrase in the title.
As one year ends and another one begins, the sky explodes. Here’s what I caught on camera in the second minute of 2018.
A handful of photos documenting December wonders plus a brief confession about my experience of this year’s holiday season.
The brisk air, the fading light, rust-hued leaves rustling and decaying—I come back to all this with revelry every year.
Photos and thoughts summing up my impression of Portugal: a place less “southern” than expected and bracingly unostentatious.
Contrary to what I imagined, and definitely against most that I’ve been told, turning forty is not so monumental at all.
Have I finally found my ideal toolkit for capturing images with precision and ease? So far, things look promising.
Some inspiration from a glimpse of the Mokotów sky caught one half hour before sunset and minutes before a burst of rain.
Longer than anything I’ve written since college, this essay is about a summer cabin and a daughter’s memories of her father.
On ways that working has eased my recent suffering, or rather the completion of work, the proof of my capacity for it.
Reflections on my father’s funeral and one remarkable photo taken 11 years, 11 months, and 11 days before the day he would die.
A springtime feast for two that seems to break all the rules can still be a festive celebration of the holiday spirit.
It turns out that having lice is not as bad as it seems—and reminiscing about the experience can be downright wonderful.
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